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126. Garth, who was sprawled across his father's knees, sat up suddenly.

"Look at the motorboat coming here!" said he. Jim sat up, too.

"Glory!" he said. "It's Fishashki, coming to take us to his party! I'd forgotten it was Friday; I always did believe it was an unlucky day. Br-r-r-r! Shall we have to dress up, Elspeth?"

"I don't intend to," said his wife.

"One blessing!" sighed Jim. "If he doesn't like our clothes, he'll have to put up with them. Perhaps he'll think they're a tangible expression of our souls, or something. Get off me, dear old thing, so that I can rise up and seize his 'putt-putt' before it runs down all that's left of the landing."

"You'd better stop calling him 'Fishashki,' you and Garth," warned Elspeth; "you'll forget and call him that to his face some time."

The Count, when he had landed safely, was "enchanted." Such a perfect day! Such delightful company! He helped the ladies into his boat and started the engine very airily.

"I am becoming quite a mechanic at these boat," he informed them. "I get great fun from it,—always can go, do not have to depend